I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 11.2
Chapter 11.2
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“Impossible…”
“That lady is winning her third game in a row. It’s unbelievable.”
The women gathered around Trish began to whisper among themselves.
They had been losing helplessly to this man before, but since I suddenly appeared and was sweeping money, they couldn’t help but be surprised.
In this game, which continues until one person goes bankrupt, it was already the third time that only Trish had been persistently robbed of his assets.
A bewildered expression was drawn by itself in his visibly flustered attitude, wondering whether he was about to lose the money he had won from the other women as well as the stakes he had brought with him.
‘I’m better at rolling the dice than he is.’
It wasn’t just luck. Though it may seem so, it was a game that required strategy, and of course, there was bound to be a difference since I had a lot of experience.
I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform as well as I had bragged, but it was the opposite.
“I’ll stop here.”
“M-me too. It has gotten very late.”
The women who decided they couldn’t beat me gave up and left the game one by one, but they didn’t give up as much as Trish, who started the game.
What was his pride? If he rushes in like that, it makes me want to shake him off even more.
Suddenly, Trish felt fortunate that he was not the successor to his family.
The Malekiah family had a rich history, so if their descendant blew up all his possessions on gambling and damaged the family’s honor miserably, it would make his ancestors ashamed.
“… I’ll raise the stakes.”
“Are you sure? It will be difficult if you lose more money.”
Would things change if he stared at me like that? I quietly avoided Trish’s fierce eyes.
He thought he shouldn’t continue investing in a losing game either, so he sighed and threw the dice randomly.
“The Lady is very skilled. Let’s wrap up the game here.”
“Yes, of course. You’ll give me some time to talk to you now, right?”
Trish scratched his head as if he was annoyed, then sighed and stood up.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I think you know very well what I want to talk about.”
I grabbed his upper arm in case he ran away and strode to the terrace.
After passing through the bar inside the resting hall and closing the door of the terrace meticulously, Trish, trapped with nowhere to run, opened his mouth first.
“How did you find me here? Are you a stalker?”
“It’s really offensive to be misunderstood that way. You’re the one who unilaterally refused my contact first, aren’t you?”
“What do you mean I refused? How many days have passed?”
“I sent my servant to your residence to deliver a letter, but I was told that you didn’t accept letters from strangers.”
“Th-that’s because I was afraid it would be something bothersome. If I get another letter from a woman, my family will open it as they please.”
Wasn’t he lying? Trish’s face was stained with embarrassment, but on the other hand, it seemed to be an answer that made sense.
“Then why did you pretend not to know me here?”
“I thought I was going to get caught gambling again. Damn it, I didn’t expect my money to be stolen the other way around like this.”
Well, even if I’m misunderstood by conceding a hundred times, I’ll have to pay for the karma that made me come this far.
“I have no intention of returning it. You’re the one who accepted the game. Anyway, we should announce the news of the wedding earlier than we thought.”
“Why? Are you in danger of being sold off?”
“Yeah, well. You’re well aware of that.”
It would be troublesome if Baron Delphonie pursued an arranged marriage to Viscount Lowell before we could announce our marriage.
Public opinion would surely be in favor of the baron, who was my father. Just thinking about getting married to an old man gave me the creeps.
“I think it would be better to tell your family first that we’re going to get married. It takes too long to wait for rumors to come out.”
“Hey, wait a minute. I haven’t prepared yet.”
“What do you have to prepare? You came this far using the method I told you, and you excitedly won the ladies’ money.”
Trish had nothing to say in that respect, so he pouted and turned his head.
“I’ll say it again, you’re the one who agreed to the contract. And you’re the one who benefits from this.”
“Yes, that’s good and all, but how are you going to convince my family?”
“Well, there’s a way. How about saying I’m carrying your child?”
A plot point that always appears in soap operas.
Your child… is inside my belly.
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